the small ones dream
kind, sweet thoughts
in their tiny new minds
the thoughts dance through
quickly traveling rhymes
wiggle as they move
in a dreamy groove
think of fluffy puppies
merry meetings with bear
whip about
with naught a care
running amuck
skin soft and bare
delight in small
wondrous things
beings of magic
beings of light
that see the world
upside-right
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